#waitressing

[thecastironcrow]

Food service fucks up your brain.

I have legit been praying and caught myself calling my goddess "Ma'am"

MULTIPLE TIMES.

[shirozen]

Surpassing personal space

[michaud-joshua-x1496]

The Perfect Team.

[manwalksintobar]

For Jackie, Who Will Never Read This  // Helen Humphreys

Saturdays we have dinner in her booth. Red table cloth. Food she's brought to the car wash from across town. Lasagna. One week fried chicken. We sit in our uniforms at the counter, wedged between the safe and the cash register. Lights out. Waxy splash of candles making the booth look adrift from outside. I turned back once at the pumps, helping some woman with her gas cap and saw the lit bubble of it behind me on the asphalt. Signal, I thought. Lighthouse. Ship at sea. I came in and told her these things, but she wasn't interested. Listen, she said, pouring coke into two plastic cups. My boyfriend is fucking useless. Doesn't do shit. Won't do shit. Like those guys. Like they say on TV. Emotionally reversed. Reserved, I said. Shut up, she said. You know what I mean. I knew what she meant only because I knew her. Dragging the ladder over the parking lot on Monday morning, the scrape of it against concrete, because she's left a note stuck to my stool with gum: The cube sign isn't revolting. My body pressed to the steel, hands up under the plastic skirt. Turn you bastard. Rotate, swivel, twist, spin. Pirouette your sad dance of light around this pole. She doesn't read. (Why? she says.) What she wants most is money, the shiny lie of the mall. What she wants is out. Tell me the truth, she said one day. When will we be gone from here? I'd like to feed her words. Lying on our backs in the dark. Lower them to her lips. Incarnadine. Rhodopsin. Sweet droop of them. The promise on her tongue. But she doesn't want this. Not at all. The word lasagna is not the thing lasagna and that's what matters. You eat it and it's gone. A word doesn't flicker like a bad light bulb in the stairwell behind you. (You die and that's it, she would say.) Is this how we stop belonging to each other? Humanity and language emptied to private ritual. The cloistered whispers of love. (But isn't that why we fall in love anyway, to be able to say the secret, dangerous words that are in our heads? To name each other with them in the dark?) And the opposite of this--how we lose responsibility for meaning--the blank, common jargon of cults and talk shows. Words masticated to drool. We still need language to find us, to tell us where we are. Radar. The backlit screen. (That's just crap, she would say.) The truth is that these words mean it's over, that already we are gone from here.

[virginstoner666]

some odd things that went down at work today

-a lady flipped out at me bc i wouldn't honor her expired-by-a-year coupon. she flipped out demanded the manager and kept repeating "if you dont honor it i dont tip" (thank GOD my manager didnt let her have her way, the satisfaction of not letting her get her way was better than any tip) but also the funny thing is she did all this in front of a party of 5 who were my next table, and they all tipped 25% on their checks- so id call that a W for me

-an older guy told me i could cure my stomach ulcers with apple cider vinegar

-i run around the entire restaurant trying to find Captain Morgan bc i didnt see it in the bar where it shouldve been (it was there- the bottle was just facing the other way🙃)

-guy told me i looked like a bird (complimentary- apparently?)

-i got called Wednesday by 3 separate mfs (bc i wore my black hair in twin braids, and apparently thats all it takes)

[gramarobin]

[lunarhyacinths]

Context: I used to be a waitress

*bf and I walking into my room*

me: “DOOR”

bf: “love…we’re in your apartment, not the restaurant”

me: “…I know. Habit”

[gamerkitten]

Welp, I think I'm gonna get into waitressing. I'm good with people and am cute af so I think it'll be a good fit.

Not to mention, as a Undiscovered Author, it's one of the cliche day jobs that I van romanticize when it sucks ass. Tou can't do that as a grocery cashier lol.

[scottishstoner]

Made this tik tok about one of my weird experiences with a creepy guy customer lo

[avatar-state-kate]

When I’m carrying a tray of multiple white wines and can give each costumer the correct one based on the different hues

[samtallchester]

Don't click your fingers at us waiters/waitresses. We aren't your lapdogs nor are we your slaves. Not even I click my fingers at my dog, learn how to be decent humans.

[alanianatkinson]

BREAKFAST AND SAVE THE LAST DANCE

A leisurely Sunday morning after church led to a discussion of breakfast options, ultimately choosing a Scottish restaurant. The visit was pleasant, with a short wait for the order, enjoyable music, and lovely weather.

Sunday morning, 9.45am. Just after mass at St. Thomas More. In the car, on the way home and to every restaurant, cafe coffee shop, eatery…in that direction. I ask my wife, Jeannie, “Breakfast? What do you want to eat?” She throws a curve ball back at me, “What do you want to eat?” “We could go to Always Your Choice or better known as AYC, Chinese food, western or go home. Definitely not stall…

[manwalksintobar]

The Common Women Poems, II. Ella, in a square apron, along Highway 80  // Judy Grahn

She’s a copperheaded waitress, tired and sharp-worded, she hides her bad brown tooth behind a wicked smile, and flicks her ass out of habit, to fend off the pass that passes for affection. She keeps her mind the way men keep a knife—keen to strip the game down to her size. She has a thin spine, swallows her eggs cold, and tells lies. She slaps a wet rag at the truck drivers if they should complain. She understands the necessity for pain, turns away the smaller tips, out of pride, and keeps a flask under the counter. Once, she shot a lover who misused her child. Before she got out of jail, the courts had pounced and given the child away. Like some isolated lake, her flat blue eyes take care of their own stark bottoms. Her hands are nervous, curled, ready to scrape. The common woman is as common as a rattlesnake.

[thebarbook]

Welcome to The Bar Book

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Here we welcome all those who have experienced strange guests, weird interactions with colleagues, or simply want to vent about management.

Feel free to leave a rant or story --- Or ask a question

[andrasthehun]

Is Touching Wrong?

January 16, 2024 The service at our favorite Sunday breakfast place was disappointing today. Usually, the hostess welcomes us, leads us to a table of our choice, and in a minute a waitress appears with coffee, ready to take our order.  Not today. We sat down and waited and waited. Getting impatient to get our morning caffeine fix, Kathy asked a waiter walking by if we could get some service. In…

[brown-skinned-gal]

Blogging Back in 2024?

I'm bringing back earnestly blogging in 2024. There are things and opinions I want to voice, and I've decided Tumblr is the perfect space to do so.

I waitressed tonight at the bar and some guy came is totally schmoozing up a potential client. I mean he was really pushing it, at one point I had to go over to the table to remind him that there are waitresses here to do their job and he doesn't have to keep taking their orders and walking up to the bar to order for them.

So I walk over there to take drink orders and the guy ends up ordering for everyone. Like he looked around like he was waitressing and was like: "do we need waters? Jeff let me get you a beer you want beer too John?!?" At this point I realize he is too far gone and there is simply nothing I could have done or said to wake his ass up, so I just take the order and go get the drinks.

Well, he didn't order enough to make the minimum payment so I couldn't run his card but I felt bad going back over there to stress him out even more so I paid for the drinks with the loose cash in my pocket and kept it pushing.

Well, the guy apparently owned another bar in town and tipped me $20 and made a big deal talking about "I'm in the industry...Let me tip you, I know how this goes" Like dude, it wasn't that big of a deal plus I get 50% of drinks since I work there so the total was less than $4 for both of the beers.

Anyway, the guy was really hot and I feel like I looked really good tonight and I was extremely turned on by this man's behavior so all in all, great night. 10/10